It's time I let a dirty little secret out of the bag: I never went to Greek school and I never learned to Greek dance.
In high school, I attended a Greek festival with a group of non-Greeks. I had some helpful tips for my friends on which pies to pick (and VERY strong opinions on which pastries we'd be eating), but when it came to the dancing, I was clueless. I had gone to my fair share of Greek Festivals, and my very favorite parts of weddings had been the times when my Pappou and his friends would line up and dance. I remember feeling a strong sense of belonging to these...
